The Ambush 6/7
When Korialstrasz came around again, everything was cold an wet. The dragon had no idea what had happened. The last thing he remembered was Jaja helping him out of bed... Then there was nothing. His lungs hurt and he was soaked to the bones. The disguised dragon blinked a few times to clear his hazy vision and noticed startled that they already were in the fens. He was not able to spot the house anymore. A strange feeling attracted his attention. Danger. He heard movement some hundred yards to their left and tried to make the threat out. Korialstrasz' eyes still were not working properly but he was fairly sure he saw a humanoid shape with a rifle aiming directly at them. They were too close, the hunter would definitely hit them. Korialstrasz was not sure if he had regained enough strength to cast a powerful spell but perhaps a small diversion was enough. The dragon nearly blacked out again as the strain hit him. But the shot missed, he had been successful. Jaja struggled to get his disguised form back on her shoulders as Korialstrasz again caught a glimpse of the hunter. He was trying a fresh shot, already aiming again. The diversion had not worked long enough and the dragon doubted another distraction would be more promising. He had to get them out. Away. Anywhere but here.
Jaja was so startled as she heard whispered words next to her ear, she nearly dropped her living cargo. She had not realized the elf had come to his again. Then suddenly reality bent and the swamp blurred. The girl stumbled, her stomach turning and her head spinning. The dwarf hit the ground - solid ground - and simply lay there for a few moments trying to get her bearings back. They were no longer in the swamp. Soft grassy hills surrounded them and she was able to spot the near mountains. The shore was no longer in sight. They must be somewhere near Ironbeard's tomb. Miles away from the spot her father tried to kill them mere seconds ago. Magic... Krasus! Quickly she stumbled to her feet and looked for the gaunt elf. He was sprawled a few meters away between a patch of Kingsblood, breathing heavily. Jaja helped him sit up and noticed he looked even paler then before and was shivering. The shaking became more and more violent and Jaja too felt the cold creeping into her bones. They had to find shelter or would be freezing to death soon. The girl tried to get Krasus to his feet but he was only just conscious and in no condition to walk on his own. Whatever spell he had cast it had taken its toll.
Dunol let loose an angry cry as the two forms shimmered briefly and vanished seconds before his bullet would have hit. They had escaped again! The dwarf shouldered his rifle and started running through the fens. Instinctively he knew where they had gone. North west to the grasslands on the foot of the mountains. It would take nearly an hour to get there without the help of magic. But he knew the dragon was wounded and heavily drugged. Jaja would have to drag or carry him and that would tire her soon. They could not keep going all night long. Unlike Dunol.
Marelnestrasz could feel the magic building rapidly somewhere below him. He was nearly there when the spell was released and a fiery scream of anger resound through the dim night. The red dragon was confused. Althought the magic felt draconic he had not been able to sense anyone of his kind near. Strange... But he knew what kind of spell had been cast and where to his targets had been brought. Roughtly... Approximatelly... He once again adapted his course as did the Dragonqueen many miles away.
At last they found shelter under a overhanging rock. The spot was more or less dry and Jaja was neither sure if she could keep going any longer nor if they would be able to find a better place anytime soon. The dwarfen girl let Krasus slip down carefully not wanting to hurt the injured dragon any more but her arms were numb with cold and tiredness. Her muscles had stopped aching long time ago and lost nearly all feeling so she was not sure how tenderly the gaunt elf hit the ground. She let herself sink down next to him and exchanged weary glances. Krasus looked as beaten as she felt. Both were shivering and despite the rain Jaja was very thirsty. But she knew better than to drink of the puddles around. They had to wait until they would reach the Thandol Span and made their way to the Arathi Highlands. The dwarfen girl was not sure but she though they could make it there by tomorrow afternoon if they kept going. But for now they needed to warm up a bit. That proved to be a bit more difficult than Jaja thought at first. They were both soaked to the bones, althroght the overhanging rock sheltered them from the wind it was not exactly warm and cosy down there. The soil was still damp and they had nothing to wrap themselves into or even make a fire. Jaja suddenly felt watched. She tried not to move at all and held her breath. The night was pitch-back. She could only hear the steady drumming of the heavy raindrops. But her hair stood on end. Something was out there. Something they were mere pray for.
Chapter 7
Jaja was so startled as she heard whispered words next to her ear, she nearly dropped her living cargo. She had not realized the elf had come to his again. Then suddenly reality bent and the swamp blurred. The girl stumbled, her stomach turning and her head spinning. The dwarf hit the ground - solid ground - and simply lay there for a few moments trying to get her bearings back. They were no longer in the swamp. Soft grassy hills surrounded them and she was able to spot the near mountains. The shore was no longer in sight. They must be somewhere near Ironbeard's tomb. Miles away from the spot her father tried to kill them mere seconds ago. Magic... Krasus! Quickly she stumbled to her feet and looked for the gaunt elf. He was sprawled a few meters away between a patch of Kingsblood, breathing heavily. Jaja helped him sit up and noticed he looked even paler then before and was shivering. The shaking became more and more violent and Jaja too felt the cold creeping into her bones. They had to find shelter or would be freezing to death soon. The girl tried to get Krasus to his feet but he was only just conscious and in no condition to walk on his own. Whatever spell he had cast it had taken its toll.
Dunol let loose an angry cry as the two forms shimmered briefly and vanished seconds before his bullet would have hit. They had escaped again! The dwarf shouldered his rifle and started running through the fens. Instinctively he knew where they had gone. North west to the grasslands on the foot of the mountains. It would take nearly an hour to get there without the help of magic. But he knew the dragon was wounded and heavily drugged. Jaja would have to drag or carry him and that would tire her soon. They could not keep going all night long. Unlike Dunol.
Marelnestrasz could feel the magic building rapidly somewhere below him. He was nearly there when the spell was released and a fiery scream of anger resound through the dim night. The red dragon was confused. Althought the magic felt draconic he had not been able to sense anyone of his kind near. Strange... But he knew what kind of spell had been cast and where to his targets had been brought. Roughtly... Approximatelly... He once again adapted his course as did the Dragonqueen many miles away.
At last they found shelter under a overhanging rock. The spot was more or less dry and Jaja was neither sure if she could keep going any longer nor if they would be able to find a better place anytime soon. The dwarfen girl let Krasus slip down carefully not wanting to hurt the injured dragon any more but her arms were numb with cold and tiredness. Her muscles had stopped aching long time ago and lost nearly all feeling so she was not sure how tenderly the gaunt elf hit the ground. She let herself sink down next to him and exchanged weary glances. Krasus looked as beaten as she felt. Both were shivering and despite the rain Jaja was very thirsty. But she knew better than to drink of the puddles around. They had to wait until they would reach the Thandol Span and made their way to the Arathi Highlands. The dwarfen girl was not sure but she though they could make it there by tomorrow afternoon if they kept going. But for now they needed to warm up a bit. That proved to be a bit more difficult than Jaja thought at first. They were both soaked to the bones, althroght the overhanging rock sheltered them from the wind it was not exactly warm and cosy down there. The soil was still damp and they had nothing to wrap themselves into or even make a fire. Jaja suddenly felt watched. She tried not to move at all and held her breath. The night was pitch-back. She could only hear the steady drumming of the heavy raindrops. But her hair stood on end. Something was out there. Something they were mere pray for.
Chapter 7